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Hanging Art and Eating Pizza

We haven't been so good about having Sunday breakfast recently.

I'm usually too hungry in the mornings to wait for Scott. 

As soon as I got up I gathered all my supplies for hanging Mapping Disaster at Intermedia Arts.

We had quite the scare earlier this week when I caught a stomach bug and was sick for 12 hours. Since then my reflux has been horrible keeping me up at night. I guess its my body's way of getting me ready for what's to come. 

The power had went out on Friday night after a Jurassic Park-like downpour. We had to bring everything over to Emma and Tyler's before I shot a wedding on Saturday only to bring everything back later that night. 

Come Sunday I realized I had not taken the cream cheese to their house in the first place. I had to scrape off all of  it to make the bagels edible.

The main reason I took all our groceries over to our friend's house was to save a batch of raspberry oreo ice cream I started before the power went out. I had to use their Kitchen Aid mixer ice cream attachement. I think it makes a smoother ice cream than our Cuisinart. 

I threw some pinto beans in water to soak while we went down to the south side.

I'm always looking for opportunities to hang my photography. Intermedia Arts is one of the premiere galleries in town. They were putting on a show called 554Change, which features artists promoting positive change in their 'hoods. 

I thought, despite being two-years old, Mapping Disaster fit the description perfectly. Most of the other artists were putting up a piece, but the curators were cool enough to set aside a big corner for me.

We knew we'd be there all day working on this. Outside Open Streets was going on and we missed the whole thing. 

String, mounting tape and thumbtacks were our best friends for the rest of the day.



It only took us five hours, but we finished installing the pice. I had to cut out quite a few images from the original installation, but I think it may be better because of that. My number ten is missing. Not sure where it could be.

It was too late to go home and make dinner. I had given Scott a coupon book for Valentines with dates for us to go on before the baby comes. One of them was his pick for a new restaurant. He chose the new gourmet pizza place in Robbinsdale by the guys from Travail. 

Travail was always too packed. The neighborhood joint feel of Pig Ate my Pizza hits the right notes.

I know Scott doesn't think this way but I couldn't help but think this may be our last dinner outing just the two of us. 

Back at home we watched Seven Psychopaths. 

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